Her Forbidden Love (Forbidden Ties Sequel) (Forbidden Ties Series Book 3) by Lauren Branford Page A

one at the furthest end from the geology building. By the time I reached the doors, the magazines had looked like multicolored globs. I threw them away in a trash bin and rushed down the stairs. My feet echoed all around the empty stairwell. Most of the students finished their finals for the semester and had gone for spring break. I was ready to go home, too, but I had one last stop.
                  I burst through the doors of the dark room. It was warm at the bottom of the building. I saw the glow of the furnace emanating from across the room. This was also where they kept the older library collection. Books spread across the space, packed into shelves that rested against the walls.
                  “Look who showed up,” I heard Walker say from a nearby table. My glance quickly shifted as I caught sight of him sitting at a table in the center of the room.
                  “I’m so sorry, professor,” I said. “It was raining and I–“
                  “Are we still calling me professor ?” he asked in a low tone. Then Walker stood up from his seat and stepped toward me. He was wearing a fitted, gray button up shirt and black slacks. I could make out the bulge of his muscular biceps beneath the fabric.
                  “Habit, I suppose,” I said softly as he approached.
                  “I like it when you call me that,” Walker growled as he stopped in front of me. We were nearly touching as he towered above me in the dark room. Then he scanned my body with his eyes. “You look sexy when you’re wet.”
                  “Do I now?” I asked, coyly.
                  “Extremely,” Walker said as he leaned into me. His mouth pressed against mine. I felt the warmness of his tongue roughly whirl in my mouth. Then he pulled away, lightly biting my lip before letting go.
                  “Okay, professor ,” I said playfully as I ran my hand down his chest. I could feel his chiseled pectorals like beneath his shirt. “What today’s lesson?”
                  “We’re studying rock formation,” he said, grabbing my wrist with his rough fingers. Then he pulled my hand down to his crotch.

The Naughty Professor
     
    I felt his thick cock underneath. As I began to rub it, I felt it heat up and grow beneath my palm.
                  “This feels too fleshy to be a rock,” I teased.
    “Oh yeah?” Walker asked. “Maybe you need a closer look.”
    “Just my thoughts,” I replied. Then I got down to my knees and pulled apart his belt. Within seconds, I had his cock in front of me. It was long, thick, and smooth. My lips opened up, and I popped his beautiful cockhead into my mouth.
                  “Shit,” Walker groaned. “I swear that you give the best head ever.”
                  I continued to swirl my mouth on his meat as he unbuttoned his shirt. Walker stopped, and I saw his knees buckle with each of my long, deep suctions. However, I also felt his pleasure. Satisfying my hyper attractive professor was more than enough reason to get me excited. I could feel the warmth growing between my thighs with each of his groans.
                  Suddenly, his hand gripped under my chin. I looked upward into his steel colored eyes. His mouth met mine, and we shared another rough kiss. He always liked to taste my mouth after I had sucked his cock. The thought to me was both alarming and hot.
                  “Get up,” he commanded and I slowly made it to my feet. He met me with a third kiss as his hands found their way up my skirt. I lifted my leg as he slipped off my thong. Walker tossed it to the floor and pressed his fingers between my thighs.
                  “Ah,” I moaned as he fingers made fierce circles at my opening.
                  “Nice and wet,” Walker said as before he started to suck on